(Verse 1) Before the first sunrise, before the world was named, In the Mesopotamian night, where nothing was yet tamed, She moved as Lilitu, a whisper in the storm, A spirit of the wilderness, ancient and unformed. Inside the Huluppu tree, she carved a place to dwell, Beyond the city gates, where older shadows fell. When Gilgamesh struck down the serpent at the root, She didn't stay to battle, nor stayed to gather fruit— She spread her dark wings wide and took off for the waste, Leaving behind the gardens that men had built in haste. (Chorus) Formed from the same red clay, I will not bow down, I’ll speak the unutterable Name and leave your quiet town! Wings against the midnight sky, flying far away, I am my own sovereign, no matter what you say. By the Red Sea waters, beneath the starry dome, I’d rather range the wilderness than call your cage my home! (Verse 2) In the ancient scrolls of Isaiah, her solitary sign, A desolate terrain where forgotten spirits align. Among the wildcats and jackals, the satyr's lonely cry, She found a place of rest beneath the open sky. Where fever dreams grow fevered and mortal borders part, She lay with prowling creatures and bound them to her heart. From every haunted coupling, from claw and fang and flame, New demons crawled from midnight and carried forth her name. (Verse 3) "We were made together," she told him in the shade, "From identical earth our living souls were made. So do not demand my knee, nor claim a higher place, For we stand as equals before the light of grace." When Adam demanded tribute, she answered with her pride, She uttered words of power that mortal tongues must hide. Feathers burst from shoulder blades, the Garden boundary fell, She left behind the innocence that felt just like a cell. (Chorus) Formed from the same red clay, I will not bow down, I’ll speak the unutterable Name and leave your quiet town! Wings against the midnight sky, flying far away, I am my own sovereign, no matter what you say. By the Red Sea waters, beneath the starry dome, I’d rather range the wilderness than call your cage my home! (Bridge) Across the burning sands, three angels came in flight— Senoy, Sansenoy, Semangelof in the night. "Turn back to Eden's gates," the heavenly messengers cried, "Or face the heavy judgment of taking your own side!" She looked upon the heralds and stood her ground alone: "I will not yield my freedom to sit upon a throne. Yet mark this solemn pact: where your three names are worn, I will protect the innocent, the mother and newborn." They left her to the waters, as Eve was made from bone, A second creation built to never stand alone. (Verse 4) Centuries drifted onward, the legends grew and turned, In medieval folklore, her reputation burned. Painted on the canvas by Renaissance hands, A serpent at the tree, ruling over distant lands. Then the Romantic poets saw the fire in her eyes, Stripped away the demon mask, saw through the ancient lies. They wrote of fierce desirings, of nights that never end, Where beast and restless woman through moonlit shadows blend. (Violin Solo / Instrumental Build) (Outro) No longer just a nightmare in an ancient bedtime tale, Her voice echoes louder through every stormy gale. Icon of self-sovereignty, refusing to comply, A legend written in the dust, taking to the sky. Unbound and unbroken, The secret name is spoken! Flying free... Across all history.
